Steven "Foz" Foster

born on December 7th 1952.

Preceded in death by his parents, Conrad and Frances Foster.

Left to cherish his memory are his daughter, Debra Foster; brothers and sisters Nanci (George)

Oliver of San Antonio, Diane Foster of Council Bluffs, Richard Foster, Douglas Foster, Pamela

Anderson from Omaha; nieces and nephews; other loving friends and family.

Steve was never a stranger to hard work. As a teenager, he began working for the Union Pacific

Railroad and did so for over 40 years until he reluctantly retired. At a young age, when he lived

off the river where, in his pastime, he would spend his time hunting and fishing. When he did

move back to Northwest Omaha, to be closer to his dad, it wouldn’t be uncommon to find him

using the ladder to go over their adjoining fence, to see and help his dad around the house; then

going back over the fence to relax in his pool. When he wasn’t working, you could find him riding

one of his Harley motorcycles with his friends. Or relaxing in his recliner, watching Westerns,

with his pets in his lap. Steve was never one to back down from helping someone. He loved to

help his family and friends, especially if it involved fixing something. Everyone who knew him

could say “One mans trash is Steves treasure”. Nothing went to waste at his house. If it could

be fixed, despite the cost of repair vs replacing it, it was going to get fixed. Most of the tools to

fix things you could likely find in the seemingly bottomless pockets of his overalls. In addition to

fixing the treasures that ended up at his house, he was the master of finding a way to score a

free lunch. Whether it was samples at Sams Club or free hot dogs at a dealership, someone

was always invited to join him on that adventure. And when he was just relaxing and enjoying

his family, it was a sure bet that you would hear him tell a story or a joke that would get the

whole room to smile or laugh.